All Chapters of Love, Law, and Remarrying: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Sheryl stared at the string of words on her screen. She was stunned. She knew what every word meant. But strung together like this, they suddenly felt foreign.The first name was her husband's. The second was her best friend.Sheryl had met Brandon in college. Back then, his pursuit of her had been nothing short of dramatic. There were flowers, breakfast deliveries, and stuffed animals. He had even treated her classmates to drinks. Everyone on campus knew just how deep his love for her ran and how devoted he was.He had been willing to go to any lengths for her, including risking his own life.Through all these years, his love had never changed.Vivian had been Sheryl's college roommate for two years. That time together had made them inseparable. She had watched Sheryl and Brandon's entire relationship unfold from day one.Vivian had never liked Brandon. She never had anything nice to say about him.At their wedding, Vivian had even teared up while warning Brandon, "You'd bett

'Peterson & Co.? Steven Peterson?'Sheryl stared blankly at the name. She'd never paid much attention to the legal field, and now, curiosity and confusion stirred within her. She searched Steven's name on Google.After tapping into his personal profile, the first thing that popped up was his ID photo. Below it was his bio."Steven Peterson, 29, born and raised in Nexville. Licensed Level 1 attorney. Graduated from Nexville Law, earned his doctorate from Yates Law. Upon returning home, he founded Peterson & Co. and currently serves as its managing partner. Specializes in civil and criminal litigation, as well as international finance and trade law."She read more about him. He was young, successful, and already a big name in the legal world. He hadn't lost a single case to date. He was reputed to be always quiet but cut straight to the bone when it mattered.People in the legal world had a nickname for him, The Flayer. If you went up against him, you'd walk away feeling like you'd

Sheryl was stunned. She blinked in confusion. "W-What?"Steven knew she had heard him clearly and didn't repeat himself. Instead, he continued to press, "How many times a week?"Sheryl considered herself a straightforward person, but talking about such a personal subject with a stranger made her feel incredibly awkward. Especially since this man was handsome and wore an expression of indifference. He didn't even blink."Does this have anything to do with my consultation for divorce?""Yes," Steven replied. "It has to do with how determined you are to divorce. Did you come here impulsively?"He had handled many divorce cases that stemmed from infidelity. Most wives, upon discovering their husbands' betrayal, were too shocked to handle it and came to consult a lawyer. But in the end, after various efforts by the husbands to win them back, they chose to forgive and give their husbands another chance. He didn't like wasting time or doing unnecessary work.Sheryl considered herself

When Brandon came out, Sheryl was already lying down with her eyes closed.He saw her swollen eyelids. After gently touching her cheek with a pained look, he turned off the lights and slipped under the covers. As he pulled her into his arms, he couldn't help but whisper in her ear, "Baby, I love you. Good night."Sheryl wasn't asleep. Every word was painful to hear. If he loved her, why would he cheat?His love felt cheap.She turned over naturally, or at least pretended to, and faced away from him. Silent tears rolled down her cheeks and soaked into the pillow.It was another sleepless night.She didn't know how long she cried for, or when she eventually fell asleep. The night was restless. One dream after another invaded her sleep.By the time she woke, it was already one in the afternoon. Her head throbbed a little, and her entire body felt heavy.She threw off the covers, got ready, and headed downstairs. Melinda greeted her with a smile."Mrs. Simrod, you're up. Mr. Simro

Sheryl's heart sank. It was true. Those extra business trips of his were actually time spent with Vivian.Having her suspicions confirmed hurt far more than she expected.Her phone screen turned dim. Her eyes drifted to the window, and she watched as the bright neon lights and towering buildings swept past. Reflections flickered in her gaze. The brightness and warmth she once felt had completely vanished, leaving behind only a faint shimmer of tears.-The next morning, she went to the bank. She sorted out her personal assets, along with the joint funds and mutual investments shared under their names.That afternoon, she returned to the art gallery. Around two, she got a call from Brandon."Sheryl, I need to head over to Everton this afternoon."Everton was about a five-hour drive from Nexville.Brightwell Constructions, which Brandon ran, had a subsidiary there. Two of their key partners—one in steel and another in textiles—were also located there. He used to travel there oc